The way to the bridge? A straight forward question but some men have their favourite bridge. So when they insist that you head north away from where you want to go and give detailed reasons in Italian when you query their judgement, then what do you do? The answer it just bow to local knowledge.
And it was a nice ride. I crossed two rivers, one the Oglio via a really rustic span that Brad Pitt would have ridden a horse over. So then back on track with perhaps just a 10km detour but that was where he wanted me to go.
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